Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.